Your Character's Name: Audra Harrison
And I thought we were in trouble at the Rave.
The day just kept getting worse. It started with us getting ‘dismissed’ by Draco. Fuck that guy. If he wants his equipment, he should just go get it. It’s pointless, especially for what he’s ‘paying’ us. But if I didn’t want to be alone, (and I was sick of being alone) I needed to go along.
We were walking along a bridge towards the art museum, where Draco said Rabies might have been taken, when we saw a tower. There was a sniper in the tower. We weighed our options. Could we just keep walking without being seen? Unlikely. Ray was a trigger-happy person, and we told him to just go ahead and shoot the sniper. That way, we'd be free to continue walking with no threat. But the idiot missed, drawing attention to us. Great. Everything started moving really fast, including my feet. We ran closer to the tower so that Ray wasn’t so far and could get a better shot. But he needed a distraction if he really wanted accuracy. Roen and I decided to take a chance, but I could tell he was nervous about it, so I started it. I ran towards the middle of the sniper’s view with my arms up, yelling. It was a success, I realized, when the bullet hit the ground next to me. Immediately after that one, I heard another bullet and Ray yell to us. The sniper was gone. I wasn’t. The bullet didn’t hit me, but I felt like it did. My heart was racing a mile a minute and I couldn’t catch my breath.
I’m tough. I’m not really scared of anything. At the orphanage, I looked danger in the face when I would fight with some of the older boys. Those boys were twice my size and could have done anything they wanted with me. But I refused to let them think I was weak. I would spit at their feet and show them my fists. I even got a black eye every once in a while, from one of the boys who were never taught not to hit a girl. I saw people pull knives in arguments over drugs. Sometimes a knife would be held to my throat because someone thought I was shorting them. My elbows came in handy during moments like that, going straight into their stomachs. I'd grab the blade and hold it on them, and tell them to not call me a liar and get the fuck out of my face. But I never felt scared for my life the way I did when that bullet nearly struck me. Knives can make you suffer, and fists and feet can hurt, but a bullet could end you instantly. I realized that I didn't really want to die. I didn't want to live this sad life by myself, with no one to confide in. My body shook in spasms as I touched my skin all over. Did it hit me and I just didn't realize it? Maybe I was bleeding and couldn't feel it? I looked myself up and down and saw that I was fine. My skin was hot and alive, the way I wanted to keep it.
I walked over to Ray, still a little dazed. My confusion continued when suddenly the silence was pierced by a loud siren sound. We all looked around to find out where it was coming from.
“Those are air-raid sirens, but they don’t have air equipment around here.” Roen said. But somehow, that didn’t convince me.
Before we knew what was happening, the tower filled up with tons of new snipers, and groups of men started trecking down the street. We were in trouble.
Roen pointed to the tower. “Look at their hats…They’re the MPD.” We froze in our tracks at the worst moment possible, but I didn’t know what to do.
“Thanks, Roen, thanks for telling me to shoot that guy. The one time I was okay with NOT killing someone, you tell me to do it.” Ray must have forgotten that I also told him to shoot…but I wasn’t about to remind him.
“I didn’t force your finger to pull the trigger, moron!” Roen yelled.
“We are completely fucked.” I said.
“No. You guys go, run, HIDE!” Ray yelled, pulling his gun up again.
“What about you?” I asked him.
“Don’t worry about me, just go.” He said, preparing himself. I didn’t want to leave him, but this wasn’t the time to argue.
The next few minutes were filled with gunshots and running. It was all a blur. That moment where the sniper shot at me and my heart almost stopped was happening a hundred times over. I had never had a panic attack before, but I think that was what was happening. My mouth was dry and everything looked like it was spinning. It didn't feel real. I kept looking back at Ray…thank God he was okay. But I had a horrible feeling none of us would make it out of here alive.
“Hey!” Roen and I were startled by a voice coming from behind us while we were hiding out underneath some ruins. We turned to see a middle-aged African-American woman, with her hand over Rabies mouth.
“Rabies!” I yelled out.
“Shh!” The woman hushed, urging us to come over to her. Everything was happening so fast. We were being shot at, running for our lives, finding Rabies...
“Rabies, are you okay? What the hell happened to you?!” I yelled.
“I went on a little…adventure.” She smirked. What the hell?
“What the fuck are you guys doing? Shut up!” The lady whisper-yelled. She was trying to get the attention of Ray, who was in the midst of the flying bullets. I saw him wince as a bullet whizzed past him, and I felt just as scared for him as I had felt for my life. After losing my parents & what friends I did have at the orphanage, I really didn’t think I could handle losing anyone else... The amount of angst that laid on me from my parents, and the sick empty feeling I constantly had in my stomach was slowly closing as I became closer to my little group of misfits, and that felt good. To lose one of them know would just open back up my wounds.
The four of us were reunited. We had tons of questions for each other, but this woman started moving. She went into a little secret passage that we definitely wouldn’t have seen without her help. It led to a small caved-in room. It was silent; the room blocked out any gunfire or yelling that we had heard.
“Who are you?” Ray asked.
“What’s your named?” Roen continued.
“I am Avalon Honeypie.” The woman boasted. I rolled my eyes. Who has a name like that? As much I felt like being a smartass and saying something, this woman had just saved our lives.
“Well, I’m going to go. Y’all need to shut up and not shoot at people. Gon’ get yo’selves killed!” Ray tried to grab her as she walked out, but Roen slapped him away.
“Fuck you Roen! What if she has something we need?!” Ray yelled.
“She saved our life! She doesn’t have anything!” Roen yelled back.
“Yeah she wouldn’t have had to if you didn’t tell me to shoot!” Ray screamed. Back on this again? He just wasn’t going to drop it. “Wait a second. What the fuck Rabies?! Where were you?” We were all silent, staring in her direction. “No, I know. Show me your arm.”
“Ray, why does that matter?! She’s back now.” I tried to reason with him, but he wouldn’t hear it. Rabies showed her right arm.
“I want to see both.” He said, his anger clearly building.
“No.” Rabies said, pulling her sleeve back down.
“We know you’re a curator. Why else wouldn’t you show your arm? It’s not that difficult to put together.” Roen said, but he wasn’t as angry as Ray. No one was.
“Show me your other fucking arm.” Ray said, and he pulled a gun to Rabies head.
And I thought we were in trouble at the Rave.
The day just kept getting worse. It started with us getting ‘dismissed’ by Draco. Fuck that guy. If he wants his equipment, he should just go get it. It’s pointless, especially for what he’s ‘paying’ us. But if I didn’t want to be alone, (and I was sick of being alone) I needed to go along.
We were walking along a bridge towards the art museum, where Draco said Rabies might have been taken, when we saw a tower. There was a sniper in the tower. We weighed our options. Could we just keep walking without being seen? Unlikely. Ray was a trigger-happy person, and we told him to just go ahead and shoot the sniper. That way, we'd be free to continue walking with no threat. But the idiot missed, drawing attention to us. Great. Everything started moving really fast, including my feet. We ran closer to the tower so that Ray wasn’t so far and could get a better shot. But he needed a distraction if he really wanted accuracy. Roen and I decided to take a chance, but I could tell he was nervous about it, so I started it. I ran towards the middle of the sniper’s view with my arms up, yelling. It was a success, I realized, when the bullet hit the ground next to me. Immediately after that one, I heard another bullet and Ray yell to us. The sniper was gone. I wasn’t. The bullet didn’t hit me, but I felt like it did. My heart was racing a mile a minute and I couldn’t catch my breath.
I’m tough. I’m not really scared of anything. At the orphanage, I looked danger in the face when I would fight with some of the older boys. Those boys were twice my size and could have done anything they wanted with me. But I refused to let them think I was weak. I would spit at their feet and show them my fists. I even got a black eye every once in a while, from one of the boys who were never taught not to hit a girl. I saw people pull knives in arguments over drugs. Sometimes a knife would be held to my throat because someone thought I was shorting them. My elbows came in handy during moments like that, going straight into their stomachs. I'd grab the blade and hold it on them, and tell them to not call me a liar and get the fuck out of my face. But I never felt scared for my life the way I did when that bullet nearly struck me. Knives can make you suffer, and fists and feet can hurt, but a bullet could end you instantly. I realized that I didn't really want to die. I didn't want to live this sad life by myself, with no one to confide in. My body shook in spasms as I touched my skin all over. Did it hit me and I just didn't realize it? Maybe I was bleeding and couldn't feel it? I looked myself up and down and saw that I was fine. My skin was hot and alive, the way I wanted to keep it.
I walked over to Ray, still a little dazed. My confusion continued when suddenly the silence was pierced by a loud siren sound. We all looked around to find out where it was coming from.
“Those are air-raid sirens, but they don’t have air equipment around here.” Roen said. But somehow, that didn’t convince me.
Before we knew what was happening, the tower filled up with tons of new snipers, and groups of men started trecking down the street. We were in trouble.
Roen pointed to the tower. “Look at their hats…They’re the MPD.” We froze in our tracks at the worst moment possible, but I didn’t know what to do.
“Thanks, Roen, thanks for telling me to shoot that guy. The one time I was okay with NOT killing someone, you tell me to do it.” Ray must have forgotten that I also told him to shoot…but I wasn’t about to remind him.
“I didn’t force your finger to pull the trigger, moron!” Roen yelled.
“We are completely fucked.” I said.
“No. You guys go, run, HIDE!” Ray yelled, pulling his gun up again.
“What about you?” I asked him.
“Don’t worry about me, just go.” He said, preparing himself. I didn’t want to leave him, but this wasn’t the time to argue.
The next few minutes were filled with gunshots and running. It was all a blur. That moment where the sniper shot at me and my heart almost stopped was happening a hundred times over. I had never had a panic attack before, but I think that was what was happening. My mouth was dry and everything looked like it was spinning. It didn't feel real. I kept looking back at Ray…thank God he was okay. But I had a horrible feeling none of us would make it out of here alive.
“Hey!” Roen and I were startled by a voice coming from behind us while we were hiding out underneath some ruins. We turned to see a middle-aged African-American woman, with her hand over Rabies mouth.
“Rabies!” I yelled out.
“Shh!” The woman hushed, urging us to come over to her. Everything was happening so fast. We were being shot at, running for our lives, finding Rabies...
“Rabies, are you okay? What the hell happened to you?!” I yelled.
“I went on a little…adventure.” She smirked. What the hell?
“What the fuck are you guys doing? Shut up!” The lady whisper-yelled. She was trying to get the attention of Ray, who was in the midst of the flying bullets. I saw him wince as a bullet whizzed past him, and I felt just as scared for him as I had felt for my life. After losing my parents & what friends I did have at the orphanage, I really didn’t think I could handle losing anyone else... The amount of angst that laid on me from my parents, and the sick empty feeling I constantly had in my stomach was slowly closing as I became closer to my little group of misfits, and that felt good. To lose one of them know would just open back up my wounds.
The four of us were reunited. We had tons of questions for each other, but this woman started moving. She went into a little secret passage that we definitely wouldn’t have seen without her help. It led to a small caved-in room. It was silent; the room blocked out any gunfire or yelling that we had heard.
“Who are you?” Ray asked.
“What’s your named?” Roen continued.
“I am Avalon Honeypie.” The woman boasted. I rolled my eyes. Who has a name like that? As much I felt like being a smartass and saying something, this woman had just saved our lives.
“Well, I’m going to go. Y’all need to shut up and not shoot at people. Gon’ get yo’selves killed!” Ray tried to grab her as she walked out, but Roen slapped him away.
“Fuck you Roen! What if she has something we need?!” Ray yelled.
“She saved our life! She doesn’t have anything!” Roen yelled back.
“Yeah she wouldn’t have had to if you didn’t tell me to shoot!” Ray screamed. Back on this again? He just wasn’t going to drop it. “Wait a second. What the fuck Rabies?! Where were you?” We were all silent, staring in her direction. “No, I know. Show me your arm.”
“Ray, why does that matter?! She’s back now.” I tried to reason with him, but he wouldn’t hear it. Rabies showed her right arm.
“I want to see both.” He said, his anger clearly building.
“No.” Rabies said, pulling her sleeve back down.
“We know you’re a curator. Why else wouldn’t you show your arm? It’s not that difficult to put together.” Roen said, but he wasn’t as angry as Ray. No one was.
“Show me your other fucking arm.” Ray said, and he pulled a gun to Rabies head.